to one who has been long in city pent
TRANSCRIPT
A sonnet by John Keats
To one who has been long
in city pent
’Tis very sweet to look into the fair And open face of heaven,—to breathe a prayerFull in the smile of the blue firmament.
Who is more happy, when, with heart’s content, Fatigued he sinks into some pleasant lair
Of wavy grass, and reads a debonair And gentle tale of love and languishment?
Returning home at evening with
an ear
Catching the notes of Philomel . . .
An eye, watching the sailing cloudlet’s bright career,
E’en like the passage of an angel’s tear
That falls through the clear ether silently.
He mourns that day so soon has glided by